🌹🤎The poems are not explained +01

🌹🤎The poems are not explained

if they reach the right place

you feel them, 

they scratch inside you.

And the glasses were empty

And the bottle in pieces

And the bed wide open

And the door locked

And all the glass stars

Of beauty and joy

They glowed in the dust

Badly swept room.

And I'm dead drunk

I was a fire of joy

And you get drunk alive

Naked in my arms... 

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